
作曲 : Rakim Mayers
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Superstar, jazz man, no guitar, rockstar
In charge, I'm the general, my [?] pop off
Popcorns, y'all coons, all y'all do is log on
New York, eat a glizzy, now these niggas hot, dog
8K in the seat, so it's been a hot boy
Dolce on the brief, so he's been a top dog
Flacko Season, socks on, some think I robbed them
Why last seven years, only dropped like five songs?
Peace, love, I got a big bodyguards
Strong arm, buy guns, bygones be bygones
Can't do a fit check, you'd get the price wrong
Snake printed leather, but you picked a python (Shh)
[Verse 2: Doechii]
Mm
(Yeah)
Come on, get on top of me, baby
You like the way I shop, well, you should sponsor me, baby, uh
I'm the Basquiat Banji, I know you want my Bantu knots in your 'Cedes, uh
Say that there, leave that there
We both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare
Them late nights, we ain't angel hiers
They gon' hate when they can compete or compare
Sex on the beach, please don't spill it on the mink, mwah
Address me as Chi-Chi, not Doechii when I'm in the wild, mwah
Rubies on the brooch, vintage leather coat
You ain't invent this, ho, so please don't approach, mwah
Watch my black ass sit on this suede seat, mwah
We takin' our space, these white folks don't faze me
Let's propose a toast, looks could kill the host
Princess cut diamonds on me, so cutthroat (Mwah)
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Come on, rock with me, babe
Take it all off, it's a robbery, babe, uh
Yeah, get on top of me, babe
Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe
Make it hot for me, babe
Kissin' on your throat when you swallow me, babe, uh
Got it out the mud, whipped it out the bowl
Drop it on the scales, sell it down the road
Went from printed tees to vintage tees
Now it's princess cuts to kiss the queen
If I'm the king of fashion, you the prince of thieves
So just bow your head and kiss the ring
Put on all my chains, I'm Mr. T
And if you tattletale, I'm Pistol Pete
Boy, they slide, they steppin, won't miss the beat
Rob him to your face, thank you and pinch your cheek, mwah (Whew)
[Verse 3: Doechii]
And I'm tired of you niggas, honestly, nigga
I had to dust the crown on you niggas, I frown on you niggas
I had to get from 'round to you niggas
I ain't bowin' down to knock nail one of you niggas
Fashion killer, ain't a gun on me, nigga
You ain't gotta be my blood to be a son of me, nigga, what?
Real rap bitch, no prosthetics
I'm prophetic, nigga, sucking off my tits
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Doechii & Both]
Ahem, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to disturb
But this is a robbery, yes, you heard right (Everybody on the mother****ing floor)
Now, I'm gonna need everybody on the left to get undressed (rr)
Your phones your credit cards keys to the cars on my right
Don't move, don't make it sound, keep your pride in your life
Maybe I can keep your pride in your life
Hey player, hey player, let me see that ice
My number one option for sure
You've been running through my mind like an obstacle course
Got my hands on the thighs with my eyes on the door
Cupid shot through my heart then I dropped to the floor
Now you gettin' all this blood to over-flock with the core
Know you love your Betty from the tropical shore
Put your bags in my trunk like the top of the Porsche
'Cause the roads open up like them hospitals doors
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, yeah, come on, rock with me, babe (Rock with me babe)
Take it all off, it's a robbery, babe, uh (Robbery babe)
Yeah, get on top of me, babe (Top of me)
Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe (You like it)
That's right,make it high for me, babe (Make it hot for me babe)
Kissin' on your girl when you swappin' me, babe, uh (Swappin' me, babe)
[Outro: A$AP Rocky, Doechii & Both]
I know that you a lady, would you die for me, babe? (Would you die for me, babe?)
I know that you a rider, what you got for me, babe? Come on
Say that there, leave that there
We both ruthless, don't they understand? (Yeah)
We ain't angel heads, they gon' hate where they can't compare
Oh, compare, oh
Ow
A$AP
Doechii
To chic, ah